Our second day on Salt Spring dawned sunny and fresh. The tide had slipped away in the night, leaving the dark rocks naked and glistening green with seaweed.
Coffee never tasted so delicious.
After making ourselves decent for public viewing, we wound our way back to town for ice and to see the sights.
The largest town on Salt Spring is Ganges, a friendly, buzzing little metropolis curled round a small marina.
There are several parks scattered about town, with inviting lawns and charming residents.
As it so happened, Saturday was market day and our ears brought us to the music pagoda, complete with dancing hippies. This is an island after all. We hippies love an island.
But even I was surprised by a certain pastime in which three local girls were happily engaged. Chicken tossing. Yes. The three were gently tossing a fluffy, speckled bantam hen from one loving … Continue reading